Her soul was draining,
She was a puppet on a string.

Controlled with twine,
And definitely not fine.

Propelled by her master,
His intentions were sinister..

Swaying her head;
Filled with dread.

Pleading for mercy..
Too late for courtesy!

Memories reminiscing;
Her dignity missing°

Turned into a zombie,
With Heartless body!!

- Renuka Sheshadri